"What's the odds, so long as she's happy?" Peggy cried. "That's better than having her cry into her plate. See Moses. Isn't he wonderful? I don't suppose he ever really got enough to eat before in his life."
"I suppose he is wonderful," Elizabeth said, "but I wish he'd keep his bloomers up, or else not get up from the table when he passes food down to Madget. You'd think he'd feel them slipping, wouldn't you?"
"It would be all right if he had something on under them," Peggy said.
"I didn't think of that, did you?"
"I've busted in my back," Mabel informed them, cheerfully, "I guess I've et so much."
"I wish we'd sewed her in, instead of pinning her in," Elizabeth said, "but never mind. I'll take my school pin. She's lost one of the blue enamel baby pins."
"I've got a pin down my back," Mabel said, wriggling. "Shall I git it for you?"
"No, no, not here, dear."
"I'd just as soon."
"Well, we wouldn't just as soon have you. After the ice-cream comes, we'll go."